In the absence of day
we lay silently - by mouth at least
for our fingers shout for each other's limbs
touching touch as if it were a boat
conducted by wind in far corners of a river
it is there that we lay our clothing
beside our bodies
and they sleep while we join our souls
in our dreams, while we waiver our stillness
to our solitude floating on rough lilies,
floating on a field of absence
we lose our morality
to the cravings of love
we enter heaven on golden slippers
and purple tunics of nudity
we devour our selves - our loud selves now
to the cry of lips merged to its companion
our souls escapes through our mouths
of silver fire fleeting with the wind
the sky enlightens with our bellows of agony
of sweetened pain
we paint the world by our embraces and our detachments
and a longing of eternity grew into us
and with that came the opening of universe
the expansion of twilight
into a million light beams
of pure explosion - of pure ice
the earth unearths itself from itself
the sun heats its pebbles with our eyes
birds flock on trees for the opening of day.
you are mine love, mine alone
mine without wind
mine without water
mine without the raucous envy of the earth
female, we are alone now
just as we were when i wooed you
with words of jasmine
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